Shrouding the Heavens: The Ruthless Heavenly Emperor

Experiencing this again has made his mind even more perfect and flawless, as firm as a rock, unshakable and unaffected by emotions.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and the fiery red forest that had filled the sky vanished, replaced by a vast ancient battlefield.

The sudden change alerted Xu Changqing, and he looked ahead.

It was a vast desert, but the sky was covered with dark clouds. At the edge of the desert, there was a huge ancient beast, as tall as a city wall, with a heavy sense of oppression.

"what!!"

The ancient beast roared, its eyes shining like two great suns. It resembled a Qilin, but had wings and scales, and its large mouth was like the gaping maw of an abyss.

The sky was dark and deep, as if the gods had spread ink across the heavens, and the whole environment was extremely oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

The wind howled like a wailing ghost.

Xu Changqing's white hair swayed wildly, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and just by standing there, he stirred up countless sandstorms, with dark clouds looming overhead and stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Boom boom boom"

The enormous ancient beast charged madly toward Xu Changqing, causing the earth to tremble violently and the entire universe to shake.

From afar, Xu Changqing could already see that the ancient beast had a problem with its intelligence; its eyes were filled with madness.

After a moment's thought, he realized that this ancient beast, like himself, was trapped in an illusion, and even after breaking free, it couldn't shake off the shadow in its heart.

"Amitabha!"

A vast and majestic, solemn Daoist voice resounded, and golden light shone upon the earth, purifying the entire world. The boundless ocean of dark clouds was instantly dispelled by a dazzling golden light, revealing the sun.

"Roar!"

Ancient beasts roared, and the thick stench of blood, carried by the gale, swept across the world. Hurricanes howled, and the ancient beasts clutched their heads and howled.

A bald young man, dressed in a golden and red kasaya, stood steadily under the starry sky, his hands clasped together, and Taoist chants emanating from his mouth. He seemed to have attained enlightenment, his whole body radiating light, shining in all directions, and he was incomparably sacred.

"Beast!"

The Buddhist disciple roared, his eyes blazing with fury. He immediately extended a hand, and with a boom, golden light burst forth. The hand instantly grew to several thousand meters in size, covering the entire area.

They directly grabbed the enormous ancient beast and forcefully suppressed it.

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The Buddhist disciple's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, but rather pity. He sighed softly, "Even a prodigy from one of the strongest demon races has been trapped by the illusion and revealed his true form. This illusion is truly terrifying."

As he chanted Buddhist scriptures, the ancient beast beneath his palm gradually calmed down, its brow glowing and its entire body enveloped in golden light.

In the end, the ancient beast was tamed by the Buddha and became his mount, transforming into a three-meter-tall ancient beast that resembled a Qilin, but also a lion, with wings, fur, and scales—it was simply a strange creature.

Suddenly, the Buddhist disciple frowned, sensing something. Looking into the distance, he saw a white-haired man in white robes walking steadily across the desert.

The white-haired man showed no aura; he was very quiet and exuded a cold and aloof aura as he walked with an expressionless face.

However, the white-haired man was extremely fast. With each step he took, he disappeared instantly, and finally reappeared a thousand miles away. He quickly approached this place.

"I didn't expect to find anyone here at this time of day." The Buddha was surprised. He had arrived at the Emperor's Road later than his peers, which was why he had only reached the seventy-first level of the human race.

And those people, now they're all ahead; those who linger here all have their reasons.

"His cultivation level is unfathomable. When my divine sense sweeps over him, it feels like being cut by a knife. His cultivation level is as deep as an abyss." The Buddhist disciple frowned, feeling a stinging pain between his brows.

This was the first time he had encountered an unfathomable peer of such strength.

Who is it?

He had never met Xu Changqing in person, but he had heard of his name and appearance.

But on the imperial road, there are many people with white hair.

Moreover, the Buddhist disciple also heard that Xu Changqing always wore black clothes, while the man not far away was wearing white clothes.

Back when he was in the fiftieth city of the human race, Wuqing made his appearance, but unfortunately, he was still training and educating people in the twentieth level.

Xu Changqing naturally saw the Buddha's disciple as well. He remained extremely calm. In his view, the Buddha's disciple's current cultivation level was only at the fifth level of the Saint King realm.

Compared to him, they are worlds apart.

He is at most two hundred years old, close to three hundred.

"Shh!"

The white figure blurred for a moment, and when it reappeared, it was already next to the Buddha.

Time seemed to slow down. The Buddhist monk frowned, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man less than three meters away beside him.

So fast, it was already beside me in the blink of an eye.

The man didn't even use any magic or supernatural powers; he was simply traveling.

The Buddhist disciple was somewhat shocked. When had such a person ever appeared on the Imperial Road?

He had also heard that Wuqing had entered the place five years ago, so this white-haired man was definitely not him.

The direction from which the white-haired man appeared was the entrance to the trial, meaning he had just entered the seventy-first trial area.

If the Buddha had hair, he would probably be bald by now. This person is very powerful, but logically, shouldn't he be heading towards the Emperor's Road at the very front?

Xu Changqing glanced at the bald powerhouse out of the corner of his eye, paying him no further attention. He took another step, and in an instant, the heavens and earth shifted, the stars changed, and he appeared directly in the city.

Upon entering the city, the bustling streets fell silent instantly upon the appearance of a man; everyone...

They all looked at the figure at the city gate in disbelief.

In a restaurant in the city, a man in a blue robe looked at the quiet street, then looked towards the city gate, and was momentarily stunned.

"It's him! He's been lingering here the whole time, and hasn't shown up at all!"

"That makes sense. There's been a huge commotion here recently. Someone discovered something left behind by a great emperor. Maybe that's why he stayed here."

It's strange, really. Five years ago, this place was incredibly peaceful. People who crossed the border would come and go in a hurry.

However, some time ago, someone revealed that there might be a tomb left by a great emperor here, possibly the tomb of the Taiyin Emperor.

The figure at the city gate became clearer and clearer, with white hair flying and clothes fluttering. A tall and slender figure appeared, as if he had walked out of mythology. He was so transcendent.

For some reason, Xu Changqing's temperament changed subtly after experiencing the illusion, becoming more ethereal, aloof, and like the bright moon.

"Heartless!" many people exclaimed, their voices trembling, deeply shocked.

The legendary strongest one appeared, standing alive before them.

They worshipped him, yet also feared him.

Some people have compiled statistics on the combat strength of Ruthless and Devourer of Heaven. Some have even spent decades traveling through the stars and collecting various information in order to compare the combat strength of the two.

But the more they collected, the more alarmed they became, and those people were even unwilling to mention the names of the two individuals.

Ruthless, he wreaked havoc in a star field that had produced two great emperors, wiping out the younger generation, exterminating countless families, and killing all the saints.

He came from the Eternal Starfield to the first pass of the human race, and experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, but won them all, destroying everything the enemy had.

No one knows why Wuqing is so strong. Is it simply because he severed his emotions and created his own unique power?

That doesn't explain why he's so strong. Ultimately, it's because of that Dao-severing transformation he underwent on the Burial Emperor Star.

On the road to becoming an emperor, he forged ahead without stopping, constantly engaged in battle, encountering countless pursuits and being besieged by Great Sages, yet he managed to kill two Great Sages in the process.

The top few people have never fought him, and they rarely even meet.

Because Wuqing never followed the usual path, it was as if he was too lazy to compete with them.

Meanwhile, Tuntian also boasts an unparalleled record of achievements. She possesses unparalleled demonic skills and peerless beauty. She is the most talented woman in history, rising to power despite having a physique inferior to that of mortals.

He forged a formidable reputation on the Imperial Road, and even his name inspired fear.

Ruthless and Devourer have been the subject of much discussion on the Emperor's Road, and both are highly controversial.

But no one dared to say they were weak; even the strongest among the demon race wouldn't dare to face the two of them.

"Why hasn't he left yet?" A prodigy couldn't help but tremble when he saw the white-haired man.

That's a reputation earned through bloodshed, a fearsome name that resounds throughout the stars.

In the largest restaurant in the city, a black-haired man was taken aback when he saw Xu Changqing. He sighed and said, "It's him. He was already very famous back in our hometown."

He is the strongest among the younger generation of the new generation of the Burial Emperor Star. In fact, he is Xu Changqing's junior.

When Xu Changqing entered, he found that the people around him were avoiding him like the plague, as if he were the most wicked person.

He sneered inwardly, but continued walking forward expressionlessly, and randomly found an inn to stay at.

Along the way, no one dared to breathe loudly. Some children who were playing were pulled into the house by their parents and given a lecture, for fear that they would provoke that killing god.

The street was eerily quiet, and all living beings were silent, their hearts pounding as they watched the white-haired man walk past them.

The shopkeepers didn't dare to speak loudly, and even waived the fees.

They also had to offer fine wine and delicious food.

Xu Changqing stood in the pavilion, silently watching the crowd below, and muttered to himself, "This is the advantage of being powerful. Even if you do nothing, everyone will treat you with utmost respect and fear. That's how it is in reality."

He began to understand the feeling of those great emperors; it was a feeling of profound loneliness.

When you're outmatched by your peers and have no rivals, you might feel lonely.

In his later years, all his old friends had died, and after becoming emperor, he never took action again, nor did he know what to do.

The pursuit of immortality is aimless and confusing.

But in this life, Xu Changqing did not feel lonely, because with the existence of the Ruthless Great Emperor, he was destined not to be lonely, as they could always be rivals and close friends.

Chapter 61 First Encounter with the Prodigies

In the seventy-first human race mission, news of the discovery of an imperial tomb spread like wildfire across the entire starry sky, shaking everyone to their core.

But there was a man with a bitter face, squatting in the dark seabed, scratching his head among the huge corals, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this Heavenly Venerable? Which idiot said it was the Emperor's Tomb?"

"I was talking about the tomb of a quasi-emperor, but they insisted on calling it the tomb of an emperor."

Duan De racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what was going on. He had clearly stated that it was the tomb of a quasi-emperor, and that he had asked everyone for help because he couldn't open it by himself, while he himself was reaping the benefits.

Now that's great, it's the tomb of an emperor; who knows how many powerful figures it will attract.

"This tomb is better left unattended." Duan De gritted his teeth, reluctant to look at the quasi-emperor's tomb at the bottom of the sea, and then resolutely left.